Mimi Hunter

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Since her accession sixty-three years earlier, she had been a reassuringly constant presence in an ever-changing world. A dignified but unglamorous figure barely five feet tall, she was a creature of habit with an aversion to show. More comfortable wearing a bonnet than a crown, she personified the values – solidity, sobriety, propriety – of the era to which she gave her name. The majority of her subjects could remember no other monarch.
The King is Dead, Long Live the King!: Majesty, Mourning and Modernity in Edwardian Britain
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